purestblood @ 2003-05-01 23:13:00

Current mood:	accomplished
Current music:	Tom Hexton, "Cornelius Fudge Told the Nation"

Another successful birthday for my beloved Narcissa has come and gone. I did my best to see that her birthday was the best ever. She was awoken by breakfast in bed, served by Vlador the cabana boy. He does seem to be able to make her positively glow. I then took her to show her one of her presents: a lovely little vineyard in Italy. It comes complete with a cottage (only two bedrooms but Narcissa and I like to "rough it" now and then) and I daresay she was pleased. She seemed most appreciative. My arm and ankle are not quite healed but my Narcissa can be quite the creative one. Sylvia and Hilda could do with lessons from her, I'm sure.

Afterwards, I gave her the rest of her gifts: an on-site dog trainer who will visit Echo every day and train her (Echo, of course, not Narcissa); some lovely little diamond earrings; and the complete works of Hera Peligroso, all autographed, of course.

My Narcissa is off to the doghouse now to attend to Remus. Most unfortunate state of affairs, really. I've sent along some feminine hygiene items. I'll leave to him (her?) to ascertain where to stick them. My kudos to Severus. I learned long ago not to anger a potions master.

It appears that Draco has applied for the position of Minister of Magic. He is nothing if not ambitious, and I feel certain that our talk helped define his priorities. Well done, son.

I must go now. All this typing has made my arm ache. Where have the elves put my painkiller? They were in here earlier picking up the dog hair off my sheets. I wonder if one of them wandered off with it?

Where's that cramp medicine?

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